My daughter was coming over to make Christmas cookies, and I had been excited about it for days. . . .

Take a closer look at the photo above. Do you see the haziness? I wondered, “Do they have a smoke machine here at Pursuit?” No. They do not. That cloud that you see is supernatural. It is the cloud of God’s glory.

What does Revival look like? . . .

I jumped into the Pentecostal stream a little late. By the time I got here, I had missed the Toronto Blessings, the Smithton Outpouring and the Brownsville Revival of the 1990s. I prayed, “Please God, don’t let me miss the next one.”

I believe that is why . . .

“What should I be learning from this? Lord, I don’t want to repeat this lesson!” When I struggle with challenges in life, this is my prayer. I base my prayer on Deuteronomy 8:2 and others like it.

God leads us . . .

My husband and I have been married for 37 years, and we have settled into a companionable silence. Of course, we do share stories and . . .

Do you feel you work hard, yet see very little fruit? Do you feel as if you put your hard-earned wages in a purse with holes?

I confess these verses confused me as a new believer. At that time, I read the Bible as disjointed stories, like stitching together thousands of Sunday school lessons.

In that light, the story of Jesus shining in His glory . . . .

. . . the worship leaders were simply playing softly for a long stretch. 

I don't know what they were doing during that time; I never opened my eyes. I was having my own encounter with the Lord.  . . .

The Vision

I had heard that the book of Job answers the suffering question: Why do we suffer? However, I was always unsatisfied with the answer. I was disappointed because . . .

Just reading “the Paradise of God” brings a sigh to my lips. Peace fills my soul as I think about walking with my Jesus in the heavenly garden of God. This glorious fellowship is offered . . .

King David would envy our unlimited access to God’s presence.

In David’s day, God’s presence resided in His temple. To encounter the Lord God, they had to . . .

I performed a prophetic act this week. I laid the preschool books that I am writing on the altar.

I was heading to church anyway to participate in worship and intercession. God’s presence is always palpable there. So, on a whim (at the Holy Spirit’s prompting), I put my . . .